

Teen's WeekendI wake in noon but would rather sleep on, But the noise from below keeps singing her song, She moans that I am lazy and idle, But early in the morning I feel suicidal, The cock does crow and the sun still shines, And I pull the curtains infront of the blinds, I get down the stairs to the broken record, Whilst I eat my breakfast, stubborn and bored, I'm ready and dressed for daytime TV, And land on the comfort of the settee.Teen's Weekend